For such a long I havenât been posting anything for have been extremely busy with my work, but I couldnât keep myself anymore, for I saw an article about an exhibition opening in my native city, Minsk. Itâs about a number of taxidermic works showing animals and birds as if they were making love.
Personally Iâm not fond of taxidermy. Watching such works I always feel the breath of death and no matter how talented the master was, but the idea of this exhibition makes me sic in deed.
Not just taxidermy, but art in general is getting tough more and more and I can understand why. An artist needs to touch, to move, getting to the undressed nerve of peopleâs soul, while the life itself consists of such irritants, provided constantly, and observed widely by tv and internet, that nothing can ever move anymore. The soulâs receptors tuned to receive vibrations of beauty and peace have obviously been atrophied. Maybe not absolutely, but being very rarely in use, can hardly be activated.
Some people consider rats as most ugly beasts, but others see the grace that these animals conceive. #needlefelted #rat